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Tag Archives: Hope
Snapshots
— I have a scratch on my eyeball. I am now taking steroid eye-drops and have to wear an eyepatch. Naturally, this is the press screening month for Tribeca Film Festival so I am now watching up to 2 movies … Continue reading
Snapshots
— I am re-reading Jane Eyre (Penguin Classics). Just saw the movie tonight. It opens March 11th. Review to come next week. I shouldn’t say I am re-reading Jane Eyre. I am re-LIVING Jane Eyre. — My cat Hope has … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Personal
Tagged friends, Hope, Iranian film, Jafar Panahi, Jane Eyre, Offside, snapshots
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Snapshots
— Sometimes I look up from what I am doing and I see Hope across the room staring at me, and there is a look of such coiled contempt in her eyes that I want to run fleeing into the … Continue reading
Posted in Personal
Tagged family, Hope, Iran, Iranian film, Jafar Panahi, Jeremy Renner, Mulholland Drive, Offside, Rebecca West, Ron Chernow, snapshots
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Snapshots
— Spent the week in a dreary little motel on the Jersey Shore. Writing. — I did not have one conversation all week. — Home now. Crazy wind and rain storm outside right now. — Hope is so glad to … Continue reading
I look at this and I feel despair
Not of myself. But of Hope, who is in her crate in the back seat. This is my car in the bowels of the Block Island ferry, getting ready for our journey back to the mainland. They do not allow … Continue reading Continue reading
Some Island snapshots
— “I cannot imagine how a casual reference to Suetonius and Petronius Arbiter can be construed into evidence of a desire to impress by an assumption of superior knowledge. I should fancy that the most ordinary of scholars is perfectly … Continue reading
Posted in Personal
Tagged Andrei Tarkovsky, Block Island, Christopher Walken, Deborah Kerr, E.E. Cummings, Emily Dickinson, Evelyn Waugh, Frank Capra, Gary Cooper, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Hope, In a Lonely Place, Keri Hulme, Oscar Wilde, Patricia Neal, snapshots, T.S. Eliot, The Bone People
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Snapshots
— Great game last night. I am not emotionally prepared for October baseball, but whatevs, it doesn’t matter. It’s here. — I miss Lucy. Hopefully I will get to see her real soon! — Speaking of October baseball, Miss Lucy … Continue reading
Posted in Personal
Tagged baseball, family, Hope, New York, Public Enemies, Red Sox, snapshots
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Dear Hope
I have an important message for you, my dear. Continue reading
O my love, where have you gone.
Here is Hope sitting in her favorite window. Sometimes the light hits her just so that she looks unbelievably dramatic, especially when the curtain falls in a certain way. I glance over, see Hope sitting there, and laugh to myself, … Continue reading Continue reading
It is comforting to know that in a world of flux and change …
some things, at least, remain the same.